Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Growing up on the Isle of Moon, Brigitta knows nothing of her past, except that she is Embraced: born with powers that forced her into hiding. Everything changes when she learns she’s a princess, hidden away from her villainous half-brother who now rules the kingdom. But he knows about Brigitta, and he’ll do anything to get her back. Unless a certain roguish pirate has anything to say about it…

Rupert is both an infamous pirate and a sorcerer with the power to harness the wind. He’s been waiting nineteen years for revenge—and he needs Brigitta to get it. What begins as a kidnapping of the fiery beauty turns into a fierce attraction. But can he win the captive princess’s heart? (Goodreads)

Review:

So I Married a Sorcerer is the second book in the Embraced series but also reads as a standalone if you didn't read book one. Nuns, pirates, and magic oh my!

Brigitta was abandoned as a baby because she was one of the Embraced, children born with magical gifts, she was raised in a convent with no memory of her past. When one of her sisters need her, Brigitta and her other sisters leave the safety of the convent to go to her sisters side. On the journey, the boat she was traveling on is surround by two opposing fleets. To save her sisters on board, Brigitta allows herself to be captured by the infamous pirate Rupert.

Living his life on the sea has made Rupert happy but what he desires most of all is the revenge which has been denied to him. When Rupert finds out who Brigitta is he sees her as a way to get the revenge that has been after for many years but he didn't count on falling in love with the daughter of the man who betrayed his family. When Brigitta's life is in danger will Rupert be able to follow his heart and save Brigitta or will Rupert finally get his revenge?

So I Married A Sorcerer is a delicious blend of action and adventure with a bit of romance thrown in. The world of the Embraced drew me in from page one and left me wanting more, I can't wait to read what else in story for all my favorite characters.

Accordingtothecaptain,QueenLucianahadintended tosendmorethanoneshiptosafeguardtheirjourney,but atthelastminutetheothernavalshipshadbeendiverted southtofighttheTourinianpirateswho wereraidingvil- lages
along
the
Eberoni
shore. But not to
worry, the cap- tainhadassuredBrigittaandhercompanions.Sincethe royalnavywaskeepingthepiratesoccupiedtothesouth, their crossing would be
perfectly
safe.

Indeed,
after a few hours, it
seemed perfectly boring.
“Ifwedon’tplay,howwillwepassthe time?”Gwen-
noreaskedfromherseatattheroundtable.“’Twillbe

close to sunset
afore we
reach Ebton.”

“Iwishwecouldwanderaboutondeck,”Maeve grumbled
from
her chair next
to Gwennore.
“’Tis
a lovely
spring
day, and we’re
stuck
down here.”

Sorchahuffedinannoyanceasshepacedaboutthe cabin.“MotherGinessainsistedweremain here.Iswear
she
acts
as if
she’s
afraid to
let
anyone see us.”

onthesideboard,thenplunkedthebowlontothetableas she took
a seat. “Let’s
play.”

Brigitta’ssistersgaveheraquestioninglook,butshe shookherheadandturnedtogazeoutthewindowonce again.Ithadbeentwelveyearsago,whenshewasseven, thatLucianahadinventedthegamewheretheycould eachpretend
to be
the
Seer from the Isle of
Mist.They’d
gatheredupfortypebblesfromthenearbybeach,then paintedthemwithcolorsandnumbers.Afterthestones
weredeposited
in a bowl
and covered
with a cloth,
each
sisterwouldgrabasmallhandfulofpebblesandwhat- evercolorsornumbersshe’dchosenwouldindicateher future.

She
pressed a hand against
her roiling stomach.
Whenthey’dboardedthismorning,she’dquicklyas-

sessedthecaptainandhiscrew.Noneofthemhadstruck her asparticularlytallorhandsome.CaptainShawwas portly, bald, and old enough to
be herfather.

Asforthesevensuitorsvyingforherhand,shehad initiallybeenthrilled,consideringtheideawildlyexciting.
Butwhenhersistershad likenedittoherbeingaprizein a tourney,she’d had
second thoughts.

Whywouldsevenmencompeteforher?Shehadnoth- ingspecialto offer.Eventhegiftshepossessedforbeing Embracedwashardlyspecial.Anddidthiscontestmean
shewouldhavenochoicebuttomarrywhichevermanwon her?Themoreshe’dthoughtaboutthiscompetition,the more it
had made
her cringe.

So,fivemonthsago,she’dplayedthegameagain,hop-
ingtoachievedifferentresults.Buttohershock,there hadbeen
four stones in
her hand.

Blue,gold,seven,andfive.

Had some
sort
of mysterious
countdown gone
into ef- fect?Reluctanttobelievethat,she’dattemptedthegame
againamonthlater. Blue,gold,seven,andfour.Alarmed,
she’d
sworn
never
to play
again.

Sheshiftedhergazebacktotherollingmotionofthe ocean,andherstomachchurned.Didaperson’sdestiny
havetobesetinstone,inthiscasetheTellingStones? Thiswasherstory,sowhycouldn’titbe oneofhermak-
ing?Surelyshedidn’thavetosticktoatextthathad
alreadybeenwrittenwithoutherconsent.Couldn’tshe be
the
author of
her own destiny?

“Yeshouldwatch thehorizon,not thewaves,”Maeve
said as
she
sat next to
Brigitta
on the window
seat.
“’Tis
a sure
way
to make
yerself
ill.”